Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2001 23:05:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Austin
Subject: Kevin and Austin Part 1
Hi everyone! This is my first attempt at writing. This story is based
somewhat in fact and somewhat in my imagination. The names have been
changed to protect the innocent. And now the legal stuff...This story is
about a gay teenage relationship. If this subject offends you OR you should
not be viewing such materials because of laws in your state, DON'T READ ANY
FURTHER!
Kevin and Austin
Part 1
The first time I laid eyes on him, I knew that I wouldn't be able to get
him out of my mind for the rest of the day. I walked into my second period
PE class thinking, "Thank God I am finally a senior and only have one
semester of this stupid class!" I started to dress down and that's when I
saw him, just a flash of the top of his head. Not enough to get excited
about, or to really even notice...but I did. It was almost a magnetic
connection. As he stood up to put on his gym shirt I took in all the
details: His defined chest and abs, his nickel-sized nipples, his light
happy trail, and the color of his boxer band. Once he had his shirt fully
pulled over his head I saw the cutest face I had ever noticed. He had
short-cropped brown hair, light blues eyes, and a cute little stub of a
nose, nothing too remarkable in itself. As I said before, it was the
connection, as if I had known him for years. I started to wonder if there
might be the possibility that this very cute guy could be like me...gay.
While I was running some of the possibilities through my head, I guess I
stared a bit too long because he moved his eyes to the floor and turned
away. I was afraid of what he would think so I did what came naturally to
me: I introduced myself to him.
"Hey kid! How are you doing today? What's your name? Mine is Austin." I
asked all in one breath.
"Oh...hi", He somewhat nervously responded." I am fine, and my name is
Kevin."
Wow, even his name was great. I didn't know too many Kevin's. He turned
away, and satisfied that he didn't think me too weird, I left the locker
room and headed into the gym. The whole class sat together as the teacher,
Mr. Miller, explained the rules of his football weight training class and
what would be expected of us this year. It was becoming clear to everyone
in the class that we wouldn't be playing football too often, and since most
of the guys, myself included, took the class so that we could play football
no one was happy. Then the complaining started. "Coach Miller? Isn't this
supposed to be a football class?" asked one student, whose name I would
learn later.
"Yes it is." Answered the coach.
"Well then why aren't we going to play any football?" he whined.
"Because it is my class and I will run it the way I see fit" shot back the
coach.
That wasn't the end of the complaining, but most of us resigned ourselves
to a boring weight program all year. The first week was spent in the gym
with all of the other classes so that all the administrative stuff could
get done first. I continued to peek at Kevin when I could and tried to
spark conversation with him. It was also becoming obvious that he was very
shy...the only person he really spoke to first was another cute kid named
Jake. Jake was kind of a preppy, and a bit of a snob. I didn't like him
much. But I figured that if I could get close to Jake then I could get
close to Kevin.
It was fun watching Kevin work out because he was so strong. I am not in
bad shape myself at 6'3", 230 lbs., and curly blond hair, blue eyes, with a
nice round ass. I enjoyed the work out and thought that maybe my way to
Kevin would be through the exercise. I made myself available to him for any
questions. That isn't so unusual since I am a senior who has played sports
and lifted weights all through high school, and he is a sophomore who has
only played one year of football and has never lifted weights.
"Hey Austin...Can I ask a question?" he started.
"Wasn't that one?" I joked. He gave me a look that said drop dead and I
continued "Sure Kev. What can I help you with?"
"Can you spot me?"
"Absolutely!" I said.
He laid down on the bench and started his workout. He lifted an impressive
amount for such a small guy. Standing maybe 5'8" and weighing 140lbs, I
dwarfed him, but he was still lifting up near where I rep at. He finished
his first set and I reminded him to breathe in on the down stroke and out
on the upstroke.
"So where do you live Kevin?" I asked him, trying to spark some sort of
conversation so that I could get to know a little more about him.
"I live about 10 minutes out of town." He answered. Silently I was
thinking, "Yes! Success. I have started a conversation with him. Now all
I've got to do is keep it going. Turns out I didn't have to.
"Where do you live?" He asked.
"In town, about 5 minutes or so from the high school. Hey! You should come
over and hang out sometime on the weekend. I could come and pick you up. Ya
know...if you wanted to", I said and then held my breath waiting for his
reply.
"Yeah sure...if you don't mind picking me up and dropping me off." He
answered.
"Mind? It would be my pleasure!" We then exchanged address and phone
numbers and decided that he would come over that weekend. I was very
happy...
Well, that's Part I. I hope you liked it. The second part is on its way! I
know it's kinda short but I was in a bit of a rush to get the first part
done. Question? Comments? Suggestions? Please email them to me at
Austin_184@yahoo.com. Copyright 2000.
http://austinsplace.cjb.net